A Sliver Of Light in The Night Sky

Chapter 18

To say Dauntless initiation was hard would be the understatement of the fucking century. "There are three stages," Four had said, first day of training. "The first is physical, the second is emotional, and third is mental." He'd pointed to the smart board on the wall, and it immediately lit up with numbers, no names filling the spots yet. "This is your lifeline," Four said. "Your name is not on the board, you're out."

"Out?" Asked the annoying blonde-Fran. Her nose was crooked. "What the Hell do you mean, out?"

"I mean, out." His face scrunched up into a sarcastic expression. "What, did you think I was joking?"

Fran was speechless. In a minute of Four staring, his dark blue eyes cruel, waiting for a response, her crystal-blue eyes began weeping tears.

Wimp.

He snorted in disgust. Then, he smiled cruelly. "First jumper." He said. "Last jumper. You will be the first duel."

"What the fuck's a duel?" I asked.

A duel, I discovered, was where two initiates go into a big circle and beat the crap out of each other.

Needless to say, I won.

Divergent initiation was more about guts than beating the shit of fellow teammates. Although that was necessary, too. Why would you recruit a bad fighter? Only, Divergent's loyalty, bravery, intelligence, and selflessness tests both took less time, and were not as raw as Dauntless's.

Like this: jump on that moving train. It's not gonna slow down. Just, like, do it.

What the Hell? Divergent was like, jump off that cliff in wolf form and into the water and- Crap. Yeah. Maybe Dauntless isn't as bad.

The first week was mostly trying to kill the other initiates repeatedly. I won the next two fights, but then ended up in the infirmity after I fought this goth shithead dude who didn't even give me time to fight back. Like, I put one foot in the ring and he threw my across the arena, then repeatedly kicked me until I passed out.

At lunch, Chris, Uriah, and I barely made any conversation. We mostly just ate. They served the cake they had in the canyon. Baked goods seemed to be their specialty.

That was the recap of the first three days.

Today was the third day. End of it, anyway. They'd let me out of the infrmity stumbling, bruised and puffy-faced, with lungs that hurt to expand.

I had rested for what felt like no time before I dozed off.

One thing was for sure-Dauntless initiation was dangerous.

But I would pass it, if it killed me.

Holy crap, this shitty update took forever. I'll try and update soon, lovelies.